My Bestie Stole My Frog and My Life

I went to the temple with my best friend to pray for good fortune. Suddenly, she grabbed the fortune stick from my hand and became excited when she saw my finger bleeding. That’s when I realized she had also been reincarnated. In my past life, my fingertip was pricked by a fortune stick and blood dripped onto a frog, accompanied by a flash of golden light. The monk explained it was a sign of good fortune, promising future luck if carried with me. Despite some skepticism, that night I won a special prize of $150,000 at the mall. The next day, a project worth over thirteen million that I had been pursuing for six months was successfully signed. Shortly after, a young, handsome CEO from a wealthy family fell for me at first sight and wanted to divorce his wife to marry me. The CEO’s wife wasn’t mad. She admitted she’d lost to me and gave me a business worth more than one billion dollars as a dowry. But soon after marrying into that wealthy family, my jealous best friend pushed me off a tall building. I was crushed and died horribly. “Go to hell, bitch! You’re not better than me at anything, so why were you so lucky? What I can’t have, neither can you!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment of drawing lots.